A waking world of innocenceSo grave those first born criesWhen life begins with needles and pinsIt ends with Swords and KnivesOh dangerman, oh dangermanYour blade fits like a gloveWhen forged in steelTime cannot healThat blood red bond of loveIn times of trouble you're an open bookWith the change in the way you lookAnd its sad love's not enough to make things betterTurn the tables, we'll burn the fablesLies beneath the visions and daydreamsFooled by now, we mystify the pastLike a dream, like it never happenedWhen life begins with needles and pinsIt ends with Swords and KnivesGod save those born to die